>It’s a beautiful day.
>The sun is-
>Your train of thought is interrupted by three solid knocks on the front door.
"I-I didn't even get to finish my inner monologue-"
>"Oh. My mistake. Continue." You hear said monotonously from outside.
>It could only be ONE mare.
>You scoff and open the door anyways.
>"Hello Anonymous. How are you today."
"First off Maud, I had an inner monologue to conclude before we got to the real meat-"
>She blinks very slowly, making sure to accentuate the initial close.
"...Of the...story."
>"Is there a problem?"
"You don't care do you."
>"No. Not really. All I care about is making sufficient sexual advances towards you in hopes that you will copulate with me."
"That ain't gonna happen. I am not into horses."
>"Technically speaking, I am a pony."
"PONIES. I AM NOT INTO PONIES."
>"Then what do you like. Do you like rocks?"
"Maud."
>"I like rocks. They can be nice."
"I don't-"
>"Rocks can be gritty, rocks can be brittle, Anon please give me a chance, just a small one, a little."
>You cringe in pain and recoil backwards.
"Don't you ever fucking do that again I swear to god."
>"Did you not like my poem? Was it not sufficient enough?"
"No, I didn't like your poem, it was awful."
>"Then how about this one. Ahem. Anon. You are not a rock, but you are gray, so your cock might be hard, like a rock. "
"Maud-"
>"Did the poem exhilarate you as much as it did me."
"Can you-"
>"I am positively consumed with thoughts of you rutting me right now."
"MAUD!"
>She simply blinks slowly again and invites herself inside, afterwhich she takes a seat on your couch, leaving you in disbelief at the door.
>"Are you coming inside?" she says, as emotionless as always. "No. You're not. Not yet."
"Get the fuck out of my house."
>"Anon why don't you understand I just want you to rock my world."